Little Space

stress

"Jiminie? Are you home?" Yoongi called as he stepped through the front door of their apartment. As he looked around, he heard no sound or saw even visual proof someone was there other than him. Setting his things down on the table, and a few white takeout bags on the counter, he went to their bedroom to look for the younger.

Sure enough, his boyfriend was sat crisscross on the bed, hair messy and tongue poking out the side of his mouth slightly in concentration. His headphones were in as he typed away on the computer, eyes darting. From this angle, Yoongi could see the dark circles under his eyes that had seemed to darken since earlier that day when he left.

"Jiminie?" Yoongi called again, walking into the room. Jimin didn't hear or see him, just kept working on whatever he was doing.

When Yoongi stepped into Jimin's line of sight, the younger gasped, a hand coming up to grab at his chest. "Jesus, hyung, you scared me," Jimin panted, pulling out his headphones.

Yoongi chuckled softly. "Sorry."

"Why are you home so early?" the younger asked, placing his hands on his knees instead of the computer.

Yoongi quirked an eyebrow and pointed to the clock, which read eight o'clock, an hour past the time Yoongi was supposed to come home.

"Shit. I didn't realize how..." Jimin trailed off, shaking his head and ruffling his hair.

Yoongi sighed and moved over to the bed, sitting on the edge. He began playing with Jimin's black hair at the nape of his neck.

"How long have you been working on that essay, honey?" Yoongi asked, hand running up higher into Jimin's hair, to which he sighed, content. "You've been stressing over it all week."

"Well... If you left at noon... Probably since then?"

Yoongi smacked his head lightly. "Yah! What's wrong with you?! Have you eaten?!" Yoongi exclaimed, glaring down at him.

"Uh... Would you believe me if I said yes?" Jimin tried. He turned to look at Yoongi, who only gave him another disapproving look. "I'm sorry, hyung."

Yoongi sighed. "Come on," he said, patting Jimin's thigh. He stood up and held out his hand.

Jimin looked at him quizzingly, but took his hand regardless. The older led them to the kitchen. He directed Jimin to sit down at the table, but before he could sit in any chair, Yoongi stopped him. He moved a confused Jimin to the head of the table and sat him down in a seat with long arm rests. Yoongi pushed the younger's chair in and the arm rests effectively prevented him from moving out of the chair. The chair was a little bit higher than the rest, and Jimin was short, so his toes could just reach the floor. They only used this chair when Jimin wasn't big.

"But, hyung, I'm not little-"

"Shh," Yoongi cut him off. He moved around the kitchen to the counter where he had left the bags. He pulled out takeout from Jimin's favourite restaurant and began moving the food onto two different plates.

By the time Yoongi had made it back to the table with two plates and chopsticks, Jimin's mouth was watering and his stomach was growling. Jimin reached out for the plate, but was met with Yoongi's sharp gaze. "I've gotta cut it up for you first, sweetheart."

"But, hyung, I'm not even little right now!" Jimin whined. He reached out for the plate again, but Yoongi kept it away.

"Well, you sure sound little."

Jimin growled at that and sat back, crossing his arms. "Yoongi hyung, I'm not little! Stop treating me like a kid when I'm big!"

"But you're such a good boy, baby."